[Bonus thanks to Chronotitan <3]
Sylas returned to Earth once again, his expression as unreadable as always. When he stepped back into the City Lord Mansion of Castle Main, he found a wall of food hitting him.
Although it felt like he had just eaten, it had already been a few hours. Even Sylas didn't know how long he had spent at the bottom of the ocean by Nosphaleen's grave, but time had really ticked by quite a distance.
In truth, he had already skipped lunch of no volition of his own. But hunger also wasn't something that drove him.
He was at the point where—though it was less ideal—he could easily live off of Aether alone.
Still, that didn't mean he didn't like food.
A whirlwind passed by Sylas' eye and Cassarae appeared with a smile.
He raised an eyebrow. "You're in an apron."
"And so what about it?" she said with a click of her tongue. "Come here."
She grabbed Sylas' wrist and didn't give him much of a chance to resist, yanking him into the kitchen.
